Of tempest & tumult
of sweeping hills to fields in furious flower
becoming Boann in morning's glow of sun to river reflecting
face fair with emeralds gleaming
from Boyne to Platte--and back!
what power lies here? what child to bear? what challenge?
Oh lies & fear none must taste
but strength in deception's turn
as one is fallow the other ripe as a peach
as alive as this speckled salmon dancing
ah! to command the sun to stand still
summer & youth take root as from slumber one returns
in solstice springs love & poetry plenty
wisdom's wonder there in storms firing
rivers thunder away from winter's chill away from iron rules
away from form & fools
to
the sea and the swallowed depths of aqua longing
of tempest & tumult I will weave of this day a tale of hazelnuts & song
Oh Boann!
